Glapthorne, Henry · published 1640 · first performed or written 1636 [licensed for stage, Mar 12] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · before the Court T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy typicality 0.86 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
She shall not scape me were she Fenced with fire, strumpet thou diest. Who's this, Sir Martin, what do you mean sir? ay, this is he Thomas do you see what a terrible thing he has got? was that fit to use to a woman? I was but laid in the next room, to sleep, and he would have done something to me so he would had not I been the honester woman. Is't so Sir Martine? I have now just cause To suspect your loyalty, and that your fond Jealousy proceeds out of intemperate lust, Could I not serve, but underneath my nose You must be rioting upon another? Shame and confusion seize me. You may see Sir what comes of your jealousy, but fear not Sir, your wife will pardon it, there's no harm done. But there might have been, had not my honesty been the greater. Well Sir martine, though you have injured Me most infinitely, I do remit all if you will protest ne'er to be jealous more. Amazement and my shame hinders my utterance, Let me breath in sighs my true repentance, And henceforth That jealousy in man if't be injust Is ill, nay worse than in a woman's lust. But pray you brother, who brought you hither? We shall rejoice to have you at our wedding, And see this reconcilement. I Madam, I; under pretence to have attempted his wife, but I sent him in to Mrs. Mixum, who I knew would fit his turn. And so I could have suited him as well as another woman. Brother Urinal you are a knave, brother Urinal, and have showed all a cozening touch. No sir I saved you from being cozened, my sister shall have some portion, here's a hundred pieces in this purse. Sink me my Jo, my own purse. It, is indeed Sir, I got it from your Twibill brothers, and this your watch too, and your clothes which Mr. Popingay wears, by locking them into a room, and threatning punishment, if they denied, the blades shall now resume freedom, this key will let them out, come forth gentlemen, here is your brother Master Sconce. Captain general, give thy hand bully, Captain Pirke, my cosen Pig, and all of you; though you would have cheated me 'tis no matter, you shall dance at my wedding, and be drunk too, my Joe, you shall. Confusion rot the bones of Urinal perdition shall slay him; Madam I hope we shall keep our nuptial feast with Master Doctor. As you dispose it sir, I have resigned my will to yours. Uncle I hope you'll pardon me, that I deceived your expectation in watching my Aunt, she is too virtuous: father your blessing, and then we are happy. Take it. Thus all are pleased I hope: what this night cannot (For celebration of these feasts) perform, Tomorrow shall, and from this minute I Renounce all ways sinister to get wealth Things that i'th' period prosperously succeed, Though crossed before, are acted well indeed.
before the Court;Phoenix/Cockpit;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)
comedy
Play type
Boys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 1148 · TCP A01773 · DEEP 980
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 1649–1689 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 40 of 40 in this edition
Length
506 words · 663 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.859 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T28 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
She shall not scape me were she Fenc'd with fire, strumpet thou diest. Who's this, Sir Mtin, what doe you meane sir? I, this is he Thomas doe you see what a terrible thing hee has got? was that sit to use to a woman? I was but laid in the next roome, to sleepe, and he would have done something to mee so hee would had not I beene the honester woman. Is't so Sir Martine? I have now just cause To suspect your loyalty, and that your fond Jealousie proceeds out of intemperate lust, Could I not serve, but underneath my nose You must be rioting upon another? Shame and confusion sease me. You may see Sir what comes of your jealousie, but feare not Sir, your wife will pard on it, there's no harme done. But there might have beene, had not my honesty been the greater. Well Sir martine, though you have injurd Me most infinitly, I doe ret all if you will protest Nere to be jealous more. Amasement and my shame hinders my utterance, Let me breath in sighes my true repentance, And henceforth That jealousie in man if't be injust Is ill, nay worse then in a womans lust. But pray you brother, who brought you hither? We shall tejoyce to have you at out wedding, And see this reconcilement. I Madam, I; under pretence to have attempted his wife, but I sent him in to Mrs. Mixum, who I knew would fit his turne. And so I could have fed him as well as another woman. Brother Vrinall you are a ave, brother Vrinall, and have showd all a ehing touch. No sir I sav'd you from being cozend, my sister shall have some portion, here's a hundred pieces in this pue. Sinke me my o, my owne purse. It, is indeed Sir, I got it from your 'Twibill brothers, and this your watch too, and your cloths which Mr. Popingay weares, by locking them into a roome, and threatning punishment, if they denied, the blades shall now resume freedome▪ this key will let them out, come forth gentlemen, hee is your brother Master Sconce. Captaine generall, give thy hand bully, Captaine Pirke, my cosen Pig, and all of you; though you would have cheated me tis no matter, you shall dance at my wedding, and be drunke too, my Joe, you shall. Confusion rot the bones of Vrinall perdition shall slay him; Madam I hope we shall keepeour nuptiall feast with Master Doctor. As you dispose it sir, I have resign'd my will to yours. Unckle I hope you'l pardon me, that I deceiv'd your expectation in watching my Aunt, she is too verous: father your blessing, and then we are happy. Take it. Thus all are pleas'd I hope: what this night cannot (For celebration of these feasts) performe, To morrow shall, and from this I Renoune all waies sinister to get Things that ith' priod prosperously succeed, Though cros'd before, are acted well indeed.